Epistolary friendships.

I can remember the feelings your letters evoked. 

I looked forward to receiving them,

With almost a childlike glee. 

Pleasure from knowing that you,

Deliberately took time out from your life,

To explain yourself to me. 

You wanted to, because you had to know about me. 

Perhaps you had to, because you wanted to know about me. 

Reaching out for the hand that was also outstretched. 

There was also a level of anxiety. 

This was the response to whatever I had written. 

Each letter was a reaction to me,

And the real me.